Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.